A.N. Sorry about the last few chaps! I know they were short, but this one's longer, promise! Please review, they do help!

"Wow, cooking's hard," Danny complained as he fell onto the couch.

"Not really, but you two make it hard for sure," I said dropping next to him. Jacob joined us, sitting on my other side.

"Sorry, but I agree with Danny, cooking is grueling," Jake groaned, laying his head against the back of the couch, and putting his feet on the coffee table.

"Oh, you two are just big babies!" I accused, hitting both of their stomachs.

"I can deal with that," Jake laughed, closing his eyes and putting his hands behind his head.

"Ditto," Danny agreed. I just rolled my eyes and turned on the TV, curling up to wait for the casserole.

It was extremely comfortable between them, but Jake's warmth was a major contributor. As I was sitting there, I unconsciously leaned into him, soon finding myself laying against his bare chest.

"You like it, don't you?" He said, a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Like what?"

"My warmth," he said, gesturing to me laying against him, I flushed and looked back to the TV.

"Yes, I like it," I whispered, embarrassed.

"Mmm, I'm glad," he said, wrapping his arms around me, making me even more comfortable. Danny was snoring behind me so I wasn't worried about being caught, so I melted into him, letting the warmth overtake me.

Then there was a loud buzz from the kitchen, and I jumped. The casserole was done. I groaned and cursed, unwillingly slipping away from him to get our dinner. I heard him chuckling slightly as pulled it our of the oven and set it on the stove to cool.

Once I had finished I hurried back to the couch and was enveloped into Jacob's arms as he chuckled softly.

"You know, like is quite an understatement," I commented. "I love your warmth." He laughed out loud this time, but held me tight.

"You don't know how happy that makes me," he whispered, kissing my hair.

"I'm glad that makes you happy," I told him, cuddling up against him. He nodded as one of his large hands began to brush my hair. I sighed, letting my left hand drag down his chest to his stomach, gliding across his well-toned six-pack. His heartbeat increased slightly, I smiled.

"You are trying to torture me," he groaned.

"Maybe I am," I whispered as my lips trailed small kisses up his throat. A soft growl vibrated out of his mouth, sending tingles down my spine.

His breathing sped up to an erratic pace as I dragged my lips back down his throat and over his collar bone. I felt his hands grab fist-fulls of my hair as he moaned softly.

"Apparently you like this," I commented, blowing against the side of his neck, he shivered.

"Y-yes," he whispered, but began to pull me away. I looked at him, confused.

"I like it so much more than I should."

I blushed at that and backed away. "Plus, my hunger is getting the better of me," he said as his stomach growled.

I laughed, "ok, let's eat," I said, jumping up and shaking Danny awake. "Come on sleepy head, dinner time," I told him, he sniffed the air.

"Mmm, despite our mishaps it smells wonderful," he said, stretching and slowly getting to his feet.

"Sure do, I'm gonna go get my mom, you two help yourselves," I told them, then hurried up the stairs.

Danny's P.O.V.

I stretched again once Drina had left before following the scent of the casserole into the kitchen. I heard Jacob get up and follow me, so I went to the silverware drawer and retrieved two forks.

"Here," I said, turning to hand him one.

"Thanks," he replied, taking it and helping himself to a large piece of casserole. I did the same and went to sit at the table to the right of the kitchen.

We ate quietly for a moment until Jacob broke it.

"Danny, could I ask you something?" he said, his deep voice only a murmur.

"Shoot," I said, swallowing my mouthful.

"How close are you and Drina?" he asked.

"Pretty close…why?" I asked suspiciously. I didn't really trust this guy at the moment, but for Drina's sake I'd give him a try.

"Do you know why she always cries at night?" he asked.

I was just about to take another bite, but I stopped and stared at him.

"How do you know that?" I asked quickly.

"I stay in the forest, and it's pretty easy to hear her when the door-wall's open," he shrugged. I nodded slowly, then thought about the question he had just asked me.

Of course I knew that she did, but seeing her today when she was around Jacob was like looking into a mirror of what she was four years ago. He was like a miracle drug for her, I hadn't seen her that happy in a long time. I can't believe she hasn't told him, but it wasn't my story to tell.

"I don't think it's my place to tell you," I said finally.

"I see," he answered, nodding thoughtfully.

"She'll tell you when she's ready," I told him, slightly more inclined to liking him. He seemed genuinely worried about Drina, and that was good.

Just then, Drina and her mother came down the stairs. Drina looked pleased, but her mother was unmistakably wary.

"Mom, this is Jacob…" Drina began as Jake stood and approached them.

"Black, Jacob Black," he said, holding his hand out to her, she was quite a bit shorter than him, and Drina for that matter. They both seemed unnaturally tall standing next to her.

"Um, it's nice to meet you…Jacob," she said, taking his hand that all but swallowed her own.

"It's nice to meet you too Mrs. …?" he began.

"Uh, Cobin, Mrs. Cobin," she said awkwardly, taking her hand back.

"I made Mexican casserole, mom," Drina told her, going to the kitchen and making up two plates.

"Oh, thanks, Drina, I'm sorry I slept so long, but today was tough. We had two miscarriages and one still birth. There was a lot of sad people, and even more paperwork," she sighed, sitting down next to me and beginning to eat.

"Don't worry, Drina's cooking can make anyone feel better," I said. Drina smiled at me and her mother nodded.

"I get it from you, mom," Drina responded, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'm glad you got that trait," I told her, already halfway finished.

"Me too," said Jake as he took another bite.

Drina's P.O.V.

After we had finished eating and cleaning up the dishes, Danny and Jake "went home." I knew he's be waiting for me on my balcony, so I bade my mother goodnight and hurried up to my room.

"Jacob?" I asked softly, closing the screen door behind me.

"Yes?" Came a soft voice to my right. I jumped, turning to see Jacob leaning against the rail, a big smile on his face. My face lit up as I saw him and I hurried towards him, he pulled me immediately to his chest.

"Hi," I said softly, wrapping my arms around him.

"Hi," he chuckled, gently kissing the top of my head.

"so that was a vampire," I stated, he stiffened slightly and pulled me protectively closer.

"Yes, that was a vampire," he whispered, his voice serious.

"Why were his eyes…red?" I asked.

"All vampires who drink the blood of humans have red eyes," he told me stiffly.

"And those who don't?" I asked hopefully, expecting his answer to be that there was none.

"Gold." He barred his teeth, his hands forming fists.

"Those one's caused you pain," I stated, pulling away from him and running my fingers along his tightly clenched jaw. It slowly relaxed under my touch, and he eventually sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist, his hands slipping under my shirt as they glided over my hips to my lower back. I gasped, his hands nearly burned against my bare skin, but it felt so good!

Once they had reached their destination he looked down into my blushing face, a slight smile gracing his lips.

"They are part of the reason why I left LaPush, a big part," he whispered, his eyes hard.

"You don't have to tell me now, Jake," I told him, gently stoking his cheeks.

"Thank you, Drina. I promise I'll tell you, I just need time," he said, running his fingers along the skin of my lower back, my breath hitched.

"Ok," I gasped, looking into his dark eyes. His face broke into a smile as he pulled me tightly against him. His hands moved higher up my back with this action, making me shiver. Not from cold however, because I could never be cold in his warmer than normal embrace.

"But…could you tell me something?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing my spine.

"Th-that depends."

"Should I bother asking it then?" He chuckled.

"You could try, but I'm not guaranteeing anything."

"Well, here it goes…" he began, I listened intently, waiting. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" he asked, humor coloring his voice.

"Ah, you jerk!" I said, pulling away and punching his stomach, it hurt! "Ow, ow, ow!" I cried, grasping my hand.

"Are you ok?" He asked, trying to hold in his laughter.

"No! You jerk! Jeez, you get me all worked up over nothing, then you nearly break my hand! Jerk!" I cried.

"Hey, you're the one that punched me," he said defensively.

"Ya, well, it's your fault for having rock hard frickin' abs!" I told him, he smirked, and I immediately regretted saying that.

"You know you like them."

"Not when they nearly break my hand!"

"You know, you're pretty cute when you're angry," he said, his smirk still in place, my blush deepened.

"D-don't act like you're forgiven, because you're not!"

"Mmm, really cute," he muttered, moving closer to me, I backed away.

"Hey, I'm still mad at you! If you're not careful I'll-I'll punch you in the face this time!" I warned, but it was a weak threat.

"You'll only hurt yourself," he told me, backing me up against the house.

"I-I'm warning you," I said, my voice only a breathy gasp.

He closed me in by putting his hands on either side of me as he leaned over me.

"That was a weak threat," he whispered with a grin, leaning closer.

"Mmmhmm," I managed to get out. He chuckled as his lips brushed the side of my neck.

"You still haven't answered my question… have you ever had a boyfriend?" he repeated. I flushed, but took a few steadying breaths, preparing to answer.

"One or two," I chocked out.

"What were they like?" He asked curiously.

"A-annoying."

"That's good," he smirked, tilting my head back so he could kiss more of my skin.

"Y-you're annoying too," I lied, he chuckled against my jaw.

"I know I am," he said, almost sadly. That made me pause and lift his head so I could see his face. Sadness lay there, deep in his dark eyes.

"That was a lie," I told him sternly, he smiled.

"I'm glad," he said, closing his eyes and setting his forehead against mine.

"I've never…felt this way, about anyone else before," I muttered, closing my own eyes.

"My neither," he whispered, his breath caressing my lips. I felt his hands move up to cup my chin. He was being so gentle, as though he was afraid he's break me. I normally would hate this type of gentleness, because most of the time I was stronger than the guy, but Jacob was different. He was superior, someone who could protect me. The way he touched me now felt good, it made me feel safe.

"Jacob?" I said softly.

"Hm?" He murmured.

"I-I love you," I whispered, scared to open my eyes.

His hands stoked my cheeks, and along my neck, still slow and gentle.

"I love you too, Drina…more than you know," he said, then his lips met mine in the sweetest kiss I ever had.